Monthly Archives: December 2014

bebdf508f45cb1a091054f678d85105eYes, I think there needs to be a change this year…the biggest one

for me is to stay away from negative people, if NOT completely

then take them in sips on my OWN terms. Maybe, this year a

job will come along. I will keep believing in myself, let the

magic that is ME take form, lead me to my fate, and my faith….

I will learn and grow. Maybe, not tell too much of my personal

life to people in my physical life, because NOT a lot of people

I trust…maybe, I need to be more mysterious, make people

wonder;) I will love myself, and know there will be good days,

bad days, and that is just life. I will love those closest to me,

but learn NOT to expect so much, and try NOT to be such a

perfectionist. I will be me….

Last, but not least, I will continue to write with my whole

soul, make people feel, take them out of their comfort

zones, maybe, even turn them on, but I will be true to

who I am when I write, exploring that darker side of me.

So, I thank you my followers for walking in the shadows

with me, trusting me to taking you down mysterious,

sexual, macabre alleys, taking my hand, keeping you safe.

So, as 2014 ends, and 2015 begins, I wish you and yours a

very happy New Year, and I look forward to more amazing

work for those that I follow…..see you next year:)

81e255e0ceeca98084787662c4f7814cPS….I promise I will keep taking you on forbidden journeys,

if you dare;)……A


b6df32cfb091c12dc8a2c2e0d7552d25When night comes I astral among graves,

walk barefooted as souls touch between

my toes with summery licks, making me damp….

I float, hoping sleep will catch me, tickle me

close, doze if just for a little while….

Would you be my one on one, I flutter,

eyes become butterflies, just my disguise….

I’ve strolled with blood on my hands as wings

made my escape….

I’ve sung love songs in my head until I was

drenched in homicide, my suicide…..

I’ve wondered your halls while you slept, wept,

downed your tears in a shot to make me numb….

I swirled you in my mouth, got high, before I

spit you out….

Can I partake of your dreams tonight, to dose

our toes, sinking sand in pores?

I indulged your bulge when I said I loved you,

your fictitious little beast….

You wouldn’t have wanted me any other

way, just as twisted as you….

Now, I am awake……


He always said he loved me
He said I was his little girl
But nobody could see
It was HIM that was hurting me

He let his friend touch me
He didn’t help when I cried
When I think of it now
I just wish I had died

Now as I am older
They say one things a must
If you don’t let down your barriers
You’ll never learn to trust

I just want to be loved
But I’m hurt and I am scared
Hurt and scared from all the emotions
And the feelings that I’ve bared

Please don’t let me die here
And leave this world alone
My heart is full of sorrow
And sadness to the bone

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The best place to talk to you is on my knees….

Begin in tongues, part veins in scripture, pray in

holy dribble….

Head bowed, confessing my sins in sheer


I walk on water until you come apart…….


Sometimes I just want someone, someone to take

me to that place, that place of being uninhibited,

where black and blue dwells, where lust will stain

me for days, maybe weeks…to know you trailed

down my flesh, and anytime I look there, I can travel

back there….

Where your mouth met my soul and took me within

you, where I strayed through veins and fed…

Sometimes, I just want to twist my legs around

you, gnarled into your husk, deep, making you

bleed, need me forever….

I fuck your truck, following the beat of

your heart, smiling red…..

We color sunsets in their darkest fantasies,

singing lullabies to nightmares….

I want to ride high on you, through my nose,

holes I created for you to creep in…..

Hands on my throat as I come, tangle

in your fingerprints, embedded, echos

of tattoos….

Sometimes, I just want to be a evil spread, buttered

on candy kisses you eat, as you digest me, rocking my

hips as you enter inch by inch…..

My ass wiggles, giggles…..

Sometimes, I want silver to sliver, to watch

death cross over as I cry, deny I was ever there……

Today I had such a blessed day with my family, some profound, touching moments

shared. We all gathered and went to my uncles grave, a place where I feel silly talking

to a headstone when I know he’s not there anymore, his soul long gone. I know he is

within us, in spirit around. My grandmother said it was one of the best days ever because

as a family we all shared this experience together, as one, and that is what Christmas is

all about. Just thought I would share this with my blog friends. This other side of me:)amy and paul

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